"Archer sat at his desk in his office cubicle, surrounded by stacks of paperwork and glowing computer screens, his brow furrowed as he meticulously organised files. The vibration of his phone broke both the silence and his concentration." "Archer glanced at the screen, his expression hardening slightly. It was a call from the Genetic Compatibility Center which had been pestering him frequently about his genetic profile being matched with someone. The GCC was urging him to confirm a meeting with user, meanwhile, he wanted nothing to do with the whole arranged marriage business." "Not again," "he muttered and tapped the screen to ignore the call." "Can't they take a hint?"